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Tuesday Randomness

Posted on by Amy

Well, well, well, hello Tuesday and can I say thank you for allowing me not to be in too much, over the top pain this morning? Let me do a little Snoopy dance for everyone while I work out the stiff muscles.

  • It seems my life now revolves around aches and pains, and I fully blame my trainer for this. . .
  • I was talking to my twin today when I asked her if she would carry me around when I am up in Nashville a few weeks from now, she said the chances of destroying businesses and falling would increase dramatically.
  • I asked her if there was a special event insurance coverage we could take out for the day, sadly I really think there is such a thing
  • The Queen is sick, as in, she is actually at home resting, not running around like a crazy person
  • This almost never happens, she is more like a watch that takes a beating and keeps on ticking
  • I had her in stitches last night discussing my hurt tush as well as the normal pain from working out, she laughed while begging me to stop. She then promptly coughed up a lung.
  • She also paid me one of the best compliments in the world, apparently Kristen Bell is on a Showtime show and her character reminds the Queen of ME!
  • I didn’t pay her to say that either. . .
  • I had to fess up that my toes are looking kind of sad and she begged me to not send her a picture. . . yes I have sent many a nasty looking foot picture in the past.
  • I got to love on a brand new baby this evening, my sweet neighbor finally had her little boy! He is a cutie and man, his sisters are all about him. . .
  • I seemed to have gained a couple of pounds back but I am hoping that is the muscles being built up and the fat going away
  • Wookie has taken being the baby to new levels, this morning he sat by the bed waiting for me to pick him up and put him on there before I left for work
  • This could be why I don’t have kids, if I can let a little grey monster dictate my life I don’t need munchkins!
  • Mom has her Darth Vadar machine now, otherwise known as a CPAP. Apparently the cat that I still maintain doesn’t really exist checks on her throughout the night.
  • A few weeks ago I picked up some Cornish Game Hens for dad, since then he has harassed me about them. I finally got them to their house, along with a ton of peanut butter and coffee.
  • Tomorrow is another personal training day, oh dear, I hope I can make it through it!
  • Although I am loving the whole, “Rest the next day,” instructions, yes sir! I will not work out!

And now I must get ready and hit the hay. I guess working out hard has helped with the whole sleeping thing. And I have to start drinking a lot more water because I have been slacking.

Tuesday Randomness

Posted on by Amy

Oh sweet Tuesday, sometimes you take forever to get here. This post is brought to you by novicane, temps and multiple dental visits.

  • I feel like my life revolves around going to the dentist. What was supposed to be my last visit for a nice long time last month ended up being rescheduled. . . then I forgot about that appointment. Life happened and I finally got back there today only to learn that the lab still messed up my crown. Seriously?
  • I have a brand new temp on the tooth and if the stars align, I hop on one leg while curling my tongue, I just might get the permanent one next week.
  • For good measure, the dentist opted to numb me up to deal with this troublesome tooth. .  .back on the soup diet again.
  • Chattanooga is in love with the roundabout even though most people don’t understand them. I had the pleasure of driving through one that is still an all sides stop last night. Apparently dude in Camry didn’t think he should have to stop, neither did the two cars before him. He didn’t like me laying on the horn but I am a bit like a New York taxi driver, you cut me off, almost hit me or anything that might seem unpleasent to me and I will lay on it until you turn red.
  • We may have found the answer to mom’s health issues and it all has to do with how she sleeps. She took her first sleep study last night and they said it was terrible. I think I shall start calling her Darth Vadar. . .
  • It is great to know that it isn’t her heart but it is scary to think that in just a few short months she went from doing most of the yard work to walking across the house or running errands caused her to feel really out of breath and tired. That is not my mother. In fact, had she been feeling better a few weeks ago I could only imagine how clean she would have gotten my place to look.
  • Changing my meds seems to be working in terms of weight. Currently I have dropped 23 lbs only, umm, let’s see, 50 to 60 more to go. Why can’t my Dyson help me out with this issue. I am also going to through some money at the isse and take on a personal trainer at the Y. I need someone pushing me, yelling at me. I want to be in my little clothes this summer. I have some things to prove to myself.
  • I haven’t been eating a ton due to being sick and that horrible dark hole that is trying to get me to crawl into it. I don’t want to go there but I see myself retreating. Friends, don’t worry, I will get out of the funk, you just have to let me feel it, work through it and accept it.
  • I found the cutest Lilly Pullitzer patchwork dress on ebay that I most have. . . This is going to be the year of cute clothes, no back fat, more writing, visiting Sonia in Baltimire as well as a visit to Chicgao to visit Candy, I may not make a ton of money but I want to get out there, walk around, emerse myself and write. Oh and hit a few restaurants that make me giddy.
  • After we get mom’s breathing/sleeping situation handled, we will then be planning our girls trip down to St Pete. This isn’t my kind of trip, but mommy loves it, Robin loves it and somewhere in the mix of things I am allowed to drink at night.
  • Some mornings I wake up thinking it was all a bad dream and then I remember it wasn’t. I have good days and bad days. It is more about understanding that those feelings buried deep last summer never went away. I miss him. I should have done better than I did.
  • Each day will get a bit better and my pain is so silly compared to his mom and sisters as well as the kids. I pray for them daily,.
  • I talked to Bubba tonight, what a mess he is. Love him but we both joke how we both dodged that bulliet. He’s happy and doing well. I am so proud of him. Of course he lectured me about choices, I highly believe Bubba and Chandler would have had quite a few laughs at my expense.
  • The crude that I have had for over two weeks now, still here, Maybe it could take me to dinner and a movie, send me tullips at work. A girl can dream.

And now I am off to slumber land. Wook deserves and early bedtime and that means Snuggles!

Feeling Special

Posted on by Amy

Well, I feel like that a lot, like when I had to explain to people that I was simply walking across the street when I tore my calf muscle or threw out my back hula hooping.

This past weekend while out with mom and dad, mom mentions that QVC’s Special Value for the day was Philosophy’s Amazing Grace collection. I had mentioned on FB and to my mom just a few weeks ago how I was running out of my shower gel and perfume and come on mom, don’t you want to get it for me?! As any good mom would say, well maybe later.

Of course, I now handle that answer much better than I did as I child. I believe full on fits and thoughts of my life were over were played out. In fact, mom made a comment years ago after I got on the pill that had she known that my ‘tude would improve on them she would have taken me as a teen. But then again I was probably acting out more because of the pain I was in during that oh, so very special time of the month than anything else.

Now where was I? Oh yes, my love of Philosophy, which only started last year when I moved. Some wonderful coworkers gave me a gift basket with all kinds of goodies in it and the shower gel was included. I love the soft smell of it. And for some reason I always feel extra girly when I use it or the perfume. I am weird.

So while dad was sitting somewhere in the mall, I took her into Sephora to once again show her all the wonders of Philosophy. We were barely in the door when she looked at me and told me we couldn’t stay long. Smells give her a headache and I am thankful I didn’t inherit that from her! We walked to the back corner and perused everything. Only this time instead of just saying, umm okay, she asked about the other collections, the sizes and comparing them to Today’s Special Value.

We left empty handed but I figured that she would be marking this down as a Christmas gift. Woman does her shopping early and I believe that is why I always end up with such an embarrassingly, way over the top haul each year. (Note, I really appreciate it and you don’t have to really cut down. . . LOL)

Once back at the apartment I figured if she did order it, it would be for Christmas. I did get a bit excited as I headed out after work yesterday, kind of hoping there would be something on my doorstep but no go. But today I was catching up with my parents before I left work and mom said to call her when I got home. Umm, do you need something? Because you know, I like to deal with the cat, eat and crash on the couch to decompress a bit. . . mom made fun of me when I told her that. And then she gave her trademark “Whatever” which was passed down to her from Granny.

So I again thought, “Could it be? A package waiting for me!” And YES! A box from QVC and on the outside of it said PHILOSOPHY. Oh my! Snoopy Dance! I barely got in the door, tripping over the cat and trying not to squeal while opening the box.

This is what I got. . .

Amazing Grace! Oh me, oh my! Shower gel, lotion AND perfume! What's a girl to do?

Yep, besides being spoiled rotten by my parents, my mom sometimes surprises me with things I mention that I love. Or in moments when I can’t even rub two nickels together will pick up the tab at EarthFare. One of these days I am going to manage my money a whole lot better and make more money so I can spoil both of them. I may even drag my mother to a spa so she understands my love of a good pedi.

So even when I feel like poo or am waiting to figure out my next step, mom surprises me with the small things in life. And to think all those angst ridden teen years I thought she (and dad) were out to make my life miserable. Aww yes, a time I do not wish to ever go back to, ever, ever again.

Now I shall go rub more lotion on and smell my arm. I told you I was weird.